Barefoot on the sand, she follows the spine of the shore by feeling where the tide tickles toes, brisk and refreshing. It’s a moonless night, and the darkness feeds her mood. There’s a sadness to her gait, dried tears upon her face. There’s a flight rise in the sand and here the shoreline opens up. Water laps over her feet. She turns toward the water and begins walking, fresh tears streak down her cheeks.
I once went to the beach. I remember there being a ton of hot girls there that I stared at. I like girls. I like swimming also. We should go swimming with a group of hot girls sometime and then make sand castles and destroy one that a little kid made.
The shore is calm and healing and magnificent! Sitting at the shore is where one is alone with her thoughts and is able to box out the sounds of civilization.
we went to the shore. it was a beautiful day. the sun was shining, the waves were crashing on the beach. The seagulls flew over head, enjoying the day as much as I was. The beach by far is my favorite place.
I like beaches, and Im sure there is sand by the shore, so it’s all good, i like beach balls they are colorful and fun. I want to make a sweet sand castle someday.
This makes me think of Old Orchard Beach and the ocean. THe waves crashing on the beach and shells and sand. It makes me happy and makes me think of summer.
I was once hit by a big wave off the shore. It spun me around and got in my nose. When I came to, I was aware only of the physical sensations I was experiencing. The sand, the water, the sun.
I used to spend my weekends by the shore until i stopped seeing your face in the ocean.
Now i spend my weekends on my back while the boys write on my stomach in magic marker. They are vibrant in color and they wash off in the sink later, which is the best part.
I let you get under my skin and leave your imprint on me and when you left i promised myself i’d never let anyone come near me with a permanent marker ever again.
Water lapping gently on the shore, sun slowly slipping beyond the horizon, a formation of Canadian geese winging their way southward in anticipation of the coming winter — all of these fill my mind’s eye as I recall my last days on the Wisconsin shore. Those were the last days of an idyllic summer, a summer brought to an end by the sudden and irreversible decision to return to the city and a life filled with haste and pressure.
Je me tondrais le crâne comme j’aurais tondu un mouton. Pour éliminer toute trace de féminité, pour me détacher du monde, de cette société qui m’impose une longue chevelure comme signe de sensualité, de sexualité. Je me refuse à cela.
I sink my feet into the wet sand by the shore. Freezing seawater sweeps the shells onto the sand, and I step on one. It cracks, the way a dry leave cackles in the autumn.
As I lay on the shore, i feel the sun burning my back. I lay and wonder about everything. The sea is rushing rapidly and seek the answers to the long long answers… I stand up and explore the shore. Its empty, emptiness. then i realise, thats what is missing, LOVE, the emptiness in heart, can only be filled with true love. H E A R T. love.
Swimming furiously through the warm tropic waters, Michael felt an acute cramp. He cursed the steak burrito he’d finished 15 minutes before. He knew that if he kept swimming, the stitch in his side would be so painful that he would be unable to make it to shore. But that would mean drowning for certain. Without warning, he was saved a kindly shark came by and took the cramp — and his mid-section away.
i wish i could go to the shore, the ocean calls me so. my deepest problems become one with the washing of the waves and they escape me so smoothly. i need it, need it now.
As the water lapped up against the river’s sparkling banks, Phee sighed, watching the glistening surface. It felt as thought her memories, choices, and life were all passing her by in a similar manner. If only her feelings be washed away so easily…
Barefoot on the sand, she follows the spine of the shore by feeling where the tide tickles toes, brisk and refreshing. It’s a moonless night, and the darkness feeds her mood. There’s a sadness to her gait, dried tears upon her face. There’s a flight rise in the sand and here the shoreline opens up. Water laps over her feet. She turns toward the water and begins walking, fresh tears streak down her cheeks.
I once went to the beach. I remember there being a ton of hot girls there that I stared at. I like girls. I like swimming also. We should go swimming with a group of hot girls sometime and then make sand castles and destroy one that a little kid made.
Warm sand between your toes. Salty water in your mouth that tastes really nasty. Sea shells.
By the sea a nice place to be particularly after a shipwreck!! I love the shells on the shore and the sun sinking on the horizon.
The shore is calm and healing and magnificent! Sitting at the shore is where one is alone with her thoughts and is able to box out the sounds of civilization.
we went to the shore. it was a beautiful day. the sun was shining, the waves were crashing on the beach. The seagulls flew over head, enjoying the day as much as I was. The beach by far is my favorite place.
A beach with an ocean, rocks, shells, water, turtles
I like beaches, and Im sure there is sand by the shore, so it’s all good, i like beach balls they are colorful and fun. I want to make a sweet sand castle someday.
beaches, people swiming, brids the ocean and taning
I love being at the beach shore. It’s such a great experience. Love the sand and the noise of the water crashing onto the shore. It’s amazing.
beaches, places where people can spend time relaxing with each other. sally sells sea shells by the sea shore.
sandy very nice and calm fun day and lots of sun sorta of rocky
This makes me think of Old Orchard Beach and the ocean. THe waves crashing on the beach and shells and sand. It makes me happy and makes me think of summer.
I love the ocean. Salley sold seahells by the sea Shore. I just think of For Shore in slang. Seagulls cawing beautiful sunset on the Shore. I wi
I was once hit by a big wave off the shore. It spun me around and got in my nose. When I came to, I was aware only of the physical sensations I was experiencing. The sand, the water, the sun.
fighting the water
in a futile journey
to return to life
I used to spend my weekends by the shore until i stopped seeing your face in the ocean.
Now i spend my weekends on my back while the boys write on my stomach in magic marker. They are vibrant in color and they wash off in the sink later, which is the best part.
I let you get under my skin and leave your imprint on me and when you left i promised myself i’d never let anyone come near me with a permanent marker ever again.
The ship-to-shore phone was not working. I struggled to hold on with every fiber, but unable to do so.
Water lapping gently on the shore, sun slowly slipping beyond the horizon, a formation of Canadian geese winging their way southward in anticipation of the coming winter — all of these fill my mind’s eye as I recall my last days on the Wisconsin shore. Those were the last days of an idyllic summer, a summer brought to an end by the sudden and irreversible decision to return to the city and a life filled with haste and pressure.
Ja mei,
a Schorle,
jetza gleich hie an der Shore,
döss wärs, nä.
Gell Schorschi?!
Je me tondrais le crâne comme j’aurais tondu un mouton. Pour éliminer toute trace de féminité, pour me détacher du monde, de cette société qui m’impose une longue chevelure comme signe de sensualité, de sexualité. Je me refuse à cela.
the shore in meaning sea is pretty and is very peaceful. The smells and sounds are my favorite part about the shore.
shore is a part of a beach.
It reminds me of the beach. Walking alone barefoot having the ocean splashing on you. Picking up shells and things like that.
“Shore,” said the grizzled old man at the shabby gas station. I can have that leak fixed in no time.”
While we waited, we poked around at the rusting metal in the weeds.
I sink my feet into the wet sand by the shore. Freezing seawater sweeps the shells onto the sand, and I step on one. It cracks, the way a dry leave cackles in the autumn.
The sand on the shore was crisp under his feet. The waves were far away. He liked the beach.
Up ahead, he saw something out of place. Was it weed or some washed up animal?
I don’t know where is the shore.
As I lay on the shore, i feel the sun burning my back. I lay and wonder about everything. The sea is rushing rapidly and seek the answers to the long long answers… I stand up and explore the shore. Its empty, emptiness. then i realise, thats what is missing, LOVE, the emptiness in heart, can only be filled with true love. H E A R T. love.
shore…Ill do shore again…ageing beauty into timeless scapes of perfection…made finer like the shore
shore…Ill do shore again…ageing beauty into timeless scapes of perfection…made finer like the shore
the shore was vibrant….the sea was vast,the birds seemed to be moveing in a vibrant rythm to my thoughts
Shore. I feel like Cinderella. Or was it chores? Whatever. In that age, girls didn’t go to school anyway.
At the shore of a beach, I am able to relax and enjoy my time. It’s nice to get a tan and be able to not worry about civilization and the world.
along the shore there was small crabs crawling and talking to one anothher
Swimming furiously through the warm tropic waters, Michael felt an acute cramp. He cursed the steak burrito he’d finished 15 minutes before. He knew that if he kept swimming, the stitch in his side would be so painful that he would be unable to make it to shore. But that would mean drowning for certain. Without warning, he was saved a kindly shark came by and took the cramp — and his mid-section away.
The mighty shore crashed with ocean waves with a mighty roar. It came down washing away sand, and for some, its dreams and thoughts.
ocean…softness…solitude..peaceful….playful…safe…ocean shores are my favorite place to wade my feet in..
i wish i could go to the shore, the ocean calls me so. my deepest problems become one with the washing of the waves and they escape me so smoothly. i need it, need it now.
As the water lapped up against the river’s sparkling banks, Phee sighed, watching the glistening surface. It felt as thought her memories, choices, and life were all passing her by in a similar manner. If only her feelings be washed away so easily…